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Mrs. Quintana's face turned pale as she stared at the bullet hole in the wall and the broken whip in her hand.

"Everyone, get ready!" she shouted, clutching her head and instinctively trying to find cover, momentarily forgetting about Nina.

Panic spread among the others. Those used to living in a war-torn area often reacted to gunfire or even the sound of fireworks as if a battle had begun. But nothing followed.

Mrs. Quintana peeked out cautiously, trying to understand what had happened. Nina saw a tall man stride in through the window. His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room.

Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?"

Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss's son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area.

Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed."

Quintana hesitated, stunned by the realization that Nina's

with anger.

I heard," Mrs. Quintana stammered, immediately complying and dismissing the

the injured girl back to her spot. She was about to speak when Mr. Joker signaled, and Mrs. Quintana followed him out. Nina could only stay and

Quintana. "You'd better

Joker, I understand.

known to be close to the boss's son,

another word, Mr. Joker

Her scream pierced the air, but

didn't even glance at her as he turned and walked away. Shortly after, he made a call. "Sir, I've taken care

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for supplies. They gave her whatever she needed. She gently applied